CUM ON CAMERA-5

ARIA

The branding iron sat on the metal table like a promise.

They had me back in the warehouse the next night, wrists chained above my head to a thick overhead pipe, legs spread wide by a metal bar. Bright lights beat down on me, every camera angle perfect. No masks tonight. They wanted my face clear when they marked me.

My body was already sore from the rooftop, pussy and ass still puffy and tender. Cum from earlier in the van ride still leaked out of me — Kai had bent me over and fucked me quick and dirty while the others watched.

Vesper circled me slowly, running her fingers over my lower belly, right above my mound. “Right here. Big, bold letters. ‘Property.’ And our symbol underneath. You’ll never be able to hide it again.”

I swallowed hard, heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. “Do it.”

Lila laughed softly. “Eager little slut. First we warm you up.”

They didn’t go straight for the iron. They made me wait.

Marcus stepped in first, dropping to his knees and burying his tongue in my pussy. He ate me like he was starving, sucking my clit hard while the others watched. I moaned, hips jerking against his face. Jax moved behind me and pushed two fingers into my ass, stretching me open again.

“Still so greedy,” he muttered, scissoring his fingers.

Rex and Talon took my tits, sucking and biting my nipples until they were swollen and red. Grim fed me his cock, slow deep thrusts down my throat that made me gag and drool.

The pleasure built fast. Too fast. I came on Marcus’s tongue, shaking in the chains, pussy gushing down his chin. They didn’t stop. Kai replaced Marcus between my legs, sliding his thick cock into me in one stroke.

“Fuck—” I gasped around Grim’s dick.

Kai fucked me hard, hips slamming, balls slapping against me. The chains rattled with every thrust. They rotated like that for what felt like hours — one cock in my pussy, another in my mouth, hands and mouths everywhere else. I came three more times, each one harder than the last, until my legs gave out and the chains held me up.

By the time they finally stepped back, I was a dripping, whimpering mess. Cum ran down my thighs. My voice was hoarse from screaming.

Vesper picked up the branding iron. It glowed orange at the tip now, heated perfectly. She held it up so I could see.

“Last chance to beg us to stop.”

I looked at the iron, then at all of them watching me with dark hunger. My pussy clenched despite everything.

“Please,” I whispered. “Mark me. Make it permanent.”

She smiled like I’d just given her the best gift.

They lowered the chains so I was bent forward slightly, ass out, belly exposed. Lila wiped the spot clean with alcohol. The cold made me shiver.

“Deep breath,” Vesper said.

The iron pressed against my skin.

White-hot pain exploded across my lower belly. I screamed, body jerking violently against the chains. The smell of burning flesh hit my nose. Tears streamed down my face but my pussy flooded at the same time — the pain twisting into something sick and addictive.

They held it there for several long seconds, making sure the mark took. When Vesper finally pulled it away, I was sobbing and moaning at the same time.

“Good girl,” she praised, voice soft. She kissed my tear-streaked cheek. “Look down.”

I did. The word “PROPERTY” was burned into my skin in clean, raised letters, with their symbol — a stylized crown dripping cum — underneath. Red, angry, permanent.

My vision blurred. I felt owned in a way I’d never felt before.

They didn’t give me time to process. Jax stepped behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy in one brutal thrust. The fresh burn rubbed against his body with every stroke, sending new waves of pain and pleasure through me.

“Fuck, she’s clenching so hard,” he groaned.

Marcus took my mouth. The others stroked themselves, watching my branded body get used. Every thrust made the new mark throb. It hurt. It felt perfect.

They fucked me like animals after that. One after another. In my pussy, my ass, my mouth. They came inside me, on the fresh brand, on my face. I lost track of everything except the feeling of being completely, irreversibly theirs.

At one point they had all six around me while I knelt, covered in cum, the brand burning like fire. I looked up at the cameras with glassy eyes.

“I’m your branded cumslut,” I rasped. “No going back.”

Vesper crouched in front of me, lifting my chin.

“Tomorrow we sign the contract. Real one. Tattoos to go with the brand. And then your first true public gangbang — ten men, city square at midnight, completely exposed. No limits.”

I shivered, the brand pulsing with my heartbeat.

Even through the pain and exhaustion, my body responded. My clit throbbed. My holes clenched around nothing, aching to be filled again.

I was ruined.

And I wanted more.

As they unchained me and let me collapse into the mess of cum and sweat on the floor, Vesper stroked my hair and whispered the final hook:

“After tomorrow… you won’t even remember what freedom felt like.”

I closed my eyes, the brand throbbing like a second heartbeat between my legs, and smiled.